Cradle for the Voices of the Past

Cradle for the Voices of the Past

Written by Stella Arenaje In the years I had spent guiding enigmatic souls as they trod through the real world, I often hoped to be more than this. I hoped to make it big someday, but maybe with a different career. I could have been a lawyer, or perhaps a nurse even....
Echoes Bygone

Echoes Bygone

Written by Lexine Cruz Amidst the stillness of dawn, a melody plays, A symphony of sorrow, singing her heavy heart’s wail. In shadows deep, it echoes a tale, Of her mourning soul through a haunting refrain. The string of notes ebb and flow, A tempo so slow,...
August

August

A love I never asked, A hand I didn’t grasp. The wall has overflowed, And I didn’t know which way to go. The ringing of the bells, Had drawn me into a spell. Some kind of accident, And some kind of amusement. It slipped away in time, As if you were ever mine. Through...
A Prelude to the Revolutionary Cry

A Prelude to the Revolutionary Cry

There lay his cadaver, still untouched A chassis of deferred hopes and plans Garbed in bloodied safari jacket he wore The day a bullet abetted his demise Wasn’t a bullet merely ordained by The architect to this day remaining in the guise Of a political foe, a family,...

In Remembering Their Valiance

On this day, we reserve our whinges for tomorrow. The holiday alights a ticket of rest – we skip the snooze, We scroll mindlessly on TikTok’s for you page, as we bid an ephemeral adieu to essays and chemistry worksheets That give leeway to a 24-hour freedom. I...